VOX Teen Poetry: Watch Me Collect Dust
Carmen Weishan Herold
April 19, 2023
I hope one day a heavy book with my name on it rests on your coffee table next to all the framed memories I was
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I hope one day a heavy book with my name on it rests on your coffee table next to all the framed memories I was
She fades in and out of existence. Her violet hair pierces through the warmth of spring. She only appears when the frost of winter has
My arms shake and my heart races. Time swoops down from the sky, flaunting its feathers in front of my face It grazes my fingers
I am a soul. My aura radiates love and compassion from the core. I was made from two other souls who want to see me
A big part of me is scared to take that leap of faith I don’t feel equipped to be in spaces I’ve never entered I’m
Blessing & Curse My body aches as he pierces my soul Bruised by the blues Sanity disregarded piece by piece It’s funny because abuse is
my adoration might have vanished into the pillow-razored sand dunes and it drips through the unfilled spaces between my ribs your wail doused dustings soak
I like the way you look when I could only see you on the shelf I didn’t have to see the wires that held back
I lost myself for a moment in your eyes. And I can’t lie every moment with you has been bliss. But I miss the part
I said goodbye to my family, I said goodbye to my dog, I said goodbye to the home I once was a part of A
